So this week has been pretty fantastic, well up until 12 hours ago, but I'll vent about that in just a moment.
I purchased a beautiful Taylor KOA limited edition guitar this past week. I have fallen in love with it, which is a weird thing for me, because my other pride and joy is a 12 string acoustic Ovation and now it is having to fight for my love.
Ah well... I love them the same, just maybe in different ways ;)
The other great things about this week? Uhm.... I'm still kicking, still sane, and the world hasn't ended yet. Yep.... something to be happy about.
So what happened 12 hours ago? Yeaaaaaaaa, let me see. Short version..... I was in church, sat my keys down on the chair, placed my bag on top of them, went on stage to sing, and half an hour later, my bag is moved, and my keys missing. It's been 12 hours, and still no sign of them. How someone can pick up a ring with over 10+ keys on it and an orange pen light and not realize it is not theirs completely throws me for a loop. Life! Pfft!
I'm assuming that the whole thing was just an honest mistake, and someone will hopefully be turning them in tomorrow. I don't know what takes someone a day to do that, but nonetheless... I'll just be happy to have them back and not have to spend an arm and a leg paying for a new ignition key, tank key, house key, and box keys. What a total inconvenience, and huge expense for someone elses mistake. Crossing my fingers on this one. Lost and found, indeed! Well, the latter is still pending!
12 July 2009
02 July 2009
So tonight I bought some art by a fantastic artist by the name of Barbara Combs, and the proceeds goes to my church; so everyone was blessed all the way around.
I absolutely love Barbara's pieces. Her work varies, from the most simplest of concepts to some of the most dynamic. But even in the times when her work appears on the surface as a simple oil painting, watercolor, etc I have found that when you look with your spiritual eyes her work has a tendency to just shake you to the core at times.
The result of me buying a few of her pieces was due to a wonderful night spent at our family dinner at church. It... was... a.... BLAST! Between the food, the fellowship, and the uhm... friendly... competition during the art auction -- I couldn't have asked for a better time!!
Tonight reminded me that God continues to bless my socks off; and I can't help but sit here and just reflect on what an amazing Father I have. It never seizes to amaze me the things He does for me. In the mist of the craziest, most tumultuous time in my life, God has continued to put a smile on my face.
I bask in His greatness... I truly do.
I absolutely love Barbara's pieces. Her work varies, from the most simplest of concepts to some of the most dynamic. But even in the times when her work appears on the surface as a simple oil painting, watercolor, etc I have found that when you look with your spiritual eyes her work has a tendency to just shake you to the core at times.
The result of me buying a few of her pieces was due to a wonderful night spent at our family dinner at church. It... was... a.... BLAST! Between the food, the fellowship, and the uhm... friendly... competition during the art auction -- I couldn't have asked for a better time!!
Tonight reminded me that God continues to bless my socks off; and I can't help but sit here and just reflect on what an amazing Father I have. It never seizes to amaze me the things He does for me. In the mist of the craziest, most tumultuous time in my life, God has continued to put a smile on my face.
I bask in His greatness... I truly do.
24 June 2009
Lesson 3
While hanging out in my hotel room this evening, I began listening to some JOC (Jars of Clay for the non-JOC fanatics), and I found myself placing "Boys (Lesson One)" on repeat. Now, I'm not a guy, and yet this song really began to move me.
It's a great song, but it's always around the second verse when it gets to "lesson 3" that I really start feeling what's trying to be conveyed. My dad passed away when I was a child, and my mother passed away last month. It's been a difficult road, and yet lately I've been looking back at the lessons taught to me over my life. One of the biggest things I regret is the fact that I wanted to grow up so fast. And now that I'm grown, I wish I could get back to that place where it was just me, my dad, and my mom and life was at its simplest. Where there was no hurry to date boys, go to college, or get my own place. Where it was long naps, and snack times by the old oak tree. God has continuously being trying to convey the same thing to me over and over again, "You are not alone." In all my regrets, in all my running, in all my suffered consequences for wanting to do it "my way," God shined through the forgiveness and love my parents showed for me, and even now in a period of deep heartache, God continues to convey the same lesson to me: I am not alone, and I never will be.
It's a shame when it takes the loss of a loved one to learn such a simple and yet important lesson.
It's a great song, but it's always around the second verse when it gets to "lesson 3" that I really start feeling what's trying to be conveyed. My dad passed away when I was a child, and my mother passed away last month. It's been a difficult road, and yet lately I've been looking back at the lessons taught to me over my life. One of the biggest things I regret is the fact that I wanted to grow up so fast. And now that I'm grown, I wish I could get back to that place where it was just me, my dad, and my mom and life was at its simplest. Where there was no hurry to date boys, go to college, or get my own place. Where it was long naps, and snack times by the old oak tree. God has continuously being trying to convey the same thing to me over and over again, "You are not alone." In all my regrets, in all my running, in all my suffered consequences for wanting to do it "my way," God shined through the forgiveness and love my parents showed for me, and even now in a period of deep heartache, God continues to convey the same lesson to me: I am not alone, and I never will be.
It's a shame when it takes the loss of a loved one to learn such a simple and yet important lesson.
Something about meat
So, I got home and took a long, much needed nap; and to my surprise, I woke up 5 hours later. By this time, it's almost 10 in the evening, and everyone here has eaten but me. I was hungry. Starved even. My tummy had communicated (quite effectively with me, I might add) that it just wasn't going to take much more of the empty belly syndrome. So off to Wally world I went... why? Because everyone around me is vegetarian. "Say what?!," you say. Ohhhh yes, my friend, you heard me. Veggie heads!
Now, I'm a nice kid, I think. I try to do what's right. Always polite. Never talk back. Pretty sensible. But, whew... there is just something about meat. Because the ugly side in me seems to come out, and I turn into a 2 year old on the brink of a massive tantrum when you stick a plate full of veggies in front of me, and not a moo-cow or featherless bird in sight!
Now, I'm a nice kid, I think. I try to do what's right. Always polite. Never talk back. Pretty sensible. But, whew... there is just something about meat. Because the ugly side in me seems to come out, and I turn into a 2 year old on the brink of a massive tantrum when you stick a plate full of veggies in front of me, and not a moo-cow or featherless bird in sight!
22 June 2009
Inking
So I've been thinking about getting a tattoo. Nothing fancy. Something that just attest to my faith. Unfortunately, my spiritual mom has some things against that. But, I not only bend to her wisdom, but that of the wisdom of God. Unbeknownst to me, it actually does talk about inking in the Bible, and warns against. In fact, God commanded it actually not be done.
There's a few references, but the most damning one has to be in Leviticus 19:28 where it states: Ye shall not make any cuttings in your flesh for the dead (a ritualistic thing back in the day), nor print any marks upon you -- for I am the Lord.
Pretty powerful, still it could be argued by those who truly want to argue it I suppose. After briefly studying words on "inking,"marks,"gashes" I have found that God was pretty serious about this not being done. So why so many Christians do it? Who knows.... if you look hard enough, people can seem to find a fallibility in anything -- the thing is... God's Word is irrefutable and therefore infallible.
With all that said.... man, do I still really want to get this next tat.
There's a few references, but the most damning one has to be in Leviticus 19:28 where it states: Ye shall not make any cuttings in your flesh for the dead (a ritualistic thing back in the day), nor print any marks upon you -- for I am the Lord.
Pretty powerful, still it could be argued by those who truly want to argue it I suppose. After briefly studying words on "inking,"marks,"gashes" I have found that God was pretty serious about this not being done. So why so many Christians do it? Who knows.... if you look hard enough, people can seem to find a fallibility in anything -- the thing is... God's Word is irrefutable and therefore infallible.
With all that said.... man, do I still really want to get this next tat.
21 June 2009
Father's Day
It takes a tremendous amount of effort for me to GET mushy, which for all of you... is a good thing! So with no further ado and barring all tears, and all the crazy other stuff (snot, eye boogies, etc), I wanted to take the time to wish all the fathers out there a Happy Father's Day.
For me, I have a spiritual father who I love dearly, and he just recently adopted (spiritually) me into his family. I'm a blessed kid, and so are the multitudes of others who are blessed with good, honest, God-fearing father's in their lives.
Don't forget to love on your dads today, and every day for that matter!! They deserve it!!
For me, I have a spiritual father who I love dearly, and he just recently adopted (spiritually) me into his family. I'm a blessed kid, and so are the multitudes of others who are blessed with good, honest, God-fearing father's in their lives.
Don't forget to love on your dads today, and every day for that matter!! They deserve it!!
16 June 2009
Me, Myself, and I
Two hands on the keyboard, and the mind is steadily trolling through words, phrases, and sentences to write. I have no idea what to write. I simply have caught the bug, and now its time to let the virus just run its course; and let the fingers just beat to the rhythm of their own drum..
I could talk about something specific; listen to the news and rant; or pass by a pedestrian, hear some insane comment (which happens far too often around here) and stand all lackadaisical like (oh yea, baby, I went there!) while it drills its way into one ear and out the other, all the while waiting for an opportunity to make a mad dash to a computer just to enlighten the rest of the world. Or ... I could let the random misfires in my brain do the talking. I've noticed that my mind likes to troll through mindless, paradoxical thoughts far too often -- the phrase "dancing to the rhythm of their own beat" gives a whole new meaning in relation to the neurons in this girl's brain. So, with that said, sit back, relax, and enjoy the mindless thoughts of a truly thoughtless mind.
I could talk about something specific; listen to the news and rant; or pass by a pedestrian, hear some insane comment (which happens far too often around here) and stand all lackadaisical like (oh yea, baby, I went there!) while it drills its way into one ear and out the other, all the while waiting for an opportunity to make a mad dash to a computer just to enlighten the rest of the world. Or ... I could let the random misfires in my brain do the talking. I've noticed that my mind likes to troll through mindless, paradoxical thoughts far too often -- the phrase "dancing to the rhythm of their own beat" gives a whole new meaning in relation to the neurons in this girl's brain. So, with that said, sit back, relax, and enjoy the mindless thoughts of a truly thoughtless mind.
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